Novel & Cerita Kiss Me To The Phone

She pulled her arm back and said softly, “I am fine, as you can see.” She then turned around, ready to leave, but Kenny grabbed her wrist gently and stopped her. “Natasha,” he said. “How have you been?” Natasha kept her face cold and replied, “I’ve been fine, just like you can see.” “Let go of me,” she added firmly. “I need to go back; the others are waiting for me.” Just then, her phone rang. She looked down and checked the screen. Kenny’s eyes followed her gaze. He clearly saw the number flashing on her screen, and it was saved with three heart emojis.

The vision is right there in front of me; I just need to make it happen. It’s nearly nine o’clock, and I’m lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling when my phone rings from a blocked number. On any other circumstance, I would never answer, but I’m in such a foul mood that I’d just love to chew a telemarketer’s head off, so I go ahead and pick up. “Yes?” “Hello,” a very calm and assertive voice says from the other end of the phone. “Is this Keith Torres?” “Yeah, who’s asking?”

“We already have. And we’ll keep doing it.” The kiss was different this time. Slow, sensual, like we were both surrendering to something we’d been fighting too long. His mouth trailed to my neck, his hands sliding over me, fumbling with my clothes until I was half-gone, breathless. Then my phone rang. I jolted back, fumbling for it like salvation. Cade groaned, forehead pressed to my shoulder. “Whoever that is just became my mortal enemy.” I laughed shakily, until I saw the screen. Kelvin.

Her lips parted, welcoming me, allowing me to deepen the kiss until everything else faded away. My tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring, tasting tangling with hers. Her warmth, her softness, the way she melted into me was so damn addictive. My hand began to trail down her body slowly, tracing her soft skin, mapping her curves- Then my phone rang. I let out a low, irritated growl against her lips, kissing her harder as if that alone would make the sound disappear, as if whoever was calling would somehow understand and take the hint. But the phone rang again.

The moment contact broke, The hunger stirred again. Sharp. Immediate. She gasped softly. Kael noticed instantly. His jaw tightened. “Touch me again,” she said before thinking. The words slipped out too quickly. Too honestly. For a second, neither of them moved. Then Kael stepped forward without hesitation and grabbed her hand again. Relief slammed through her body so fast it almost hurt. The hunger quieted instantly. The figure watched in silence. “That’s impossible,” it murmured again. Kael’s eyes darkened slightly. “You keep saying that.”

“I’m busy building my career as a researcher. This poor creature has to save money for the future. Can’t get into relationships.” “And, I broke your cell phone,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry. I’ll pay you for sure.” “That’s fine. You can take your time.” “Thanks.” I stood straight. “How to contact you? Your cell phone is broken. How to pay you?” “Let’s meet here after a week. I’m leaving for another city tomorrow.” I nodded. “Sure. It’s nice to meet you, Joe.” “Pleasure is mine.” I waved my hand and walked away while he kept smiling at me.

"You two… have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Her tone was questioning, but her eyes—sharp like a hawk's—made it clear that she already knew the answer. Her gaze was so piercing that it made my skin crawl. After a moment of tense silence, I forced an awkward smile and pulled her aside. "Eleanor, I…" She took out her phone and showed me a photo. "Ivy, I came across something recently." I leaned in and saw it—a record of me purchasing contraceptive pills online. The quantity was significant, enough to last two or three years.

She pulled back, breathless, her eyes wide, his face a mirror of her turmoil. “We can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling, stepping back. “Not like this.” Kai’s hands dropped, his breath ragged, guilt raw. “Gianna, I—” She shook her head, her voice strained. “Don’t. We’re a mess.” The silence was a chasm, their kiss a wound and a wonder. Kai’s phone buzzed, Marsh’s voice cutting through. “Boss, Syndicate’s hitting a Moretti club—Velvet Thorn, two hours. Big one.”

I thought of calling my ex, but that thought drew me back again, it came back and forth that I ended up dialing his number, and as always as he used to do it, he didn't pick up. Looking back at the album gallery of my flashbacks, he tortured me, he emotionally abused me that I could remember how much the pain used to feel like to me. He would sometimes evaporate Saturday night till Monday or Tuesday afternoon with dense stories. I would go mad, but nothing would make me mad than hearing him singing the 'misplaced phone ' song with the very same lyrics which got released weekly! How funny! You see? That really drove me so mad! But hey! I stayed, regardless, I did, love made me stay, love told